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Dear New York, Please, Just SHUT Up

I love this city, I hate it sometimes, too. In an effort to keep track of my feelings about the Big Apple during my time here I try my best to chronicle them in a letter to this crazy place. Welcome to Dear New York–a series posted monthly on the anniversary of the date I moved here.  “You’re really beautiful,”...

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5 Style Lessons Courtesy of Nicole Richie

The older I get, the more I am drawn to women who make their own rules. Whether it’s the way that they live their lives, how they climb the career ladder, or simply get dressed. I like a woman who isn’t afraid to be herself. And someone who can rock lavender–and now blue–hair is someone who clearly knows who she...

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On Writing Fashion

One of the first writers that I was ever drawn to, fashion-wise, was Zandile Blay. She was the market editor at Paper magazine, Style & Culture columnist for the Huffington Post and then became the fashion editor at Essence.com before leaving for Nigeria to become Editor-in-Chief at Hello! Nigeria. She’s back stateside now, working as a fashion/beauty journalism professor at Syracuse University and...

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Flexi-Me

A couple months ago, I got an email from DeBorah with the subject line Hair Secrets. I’m not going to lie, I was prepared to feel embarrassed before I even read her email. I was ashamed that I still don’t know how to master doing my own hair in its natural state… and that I’ve only really tried once and...

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On the Run

I landed in New York City at 6:00 a.m. on Friday morning. On the cab ride from John F. Kennedy International Airport, my driver thought it would be appropriate to talk on the phone, using bluetooth, through the speakers of the car. I heard the entire, screaming match of a conversation. He screamed ‘NO TIP?!” at me when I got out...

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Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of the Perfect Pink Lipstick

The very first lip product (once my mother allowed me to move on from Wet N Wild’s clear lipstick) that I remember being obsessed over was a Chanel Glossimer called Pretty in Pink. A pale frosty pink that could be pretty if I blotted it on just so. I had to have been like 11 or 12? It matched my...

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I don’t have time to drop off my laundry. I don’t have time to Tweet. I don’t have time to go grocery shopping. I don’t have time… blah, blah, we get it, you’re busy. Good for you. If you let me tell it, I literally don’t have time to do anything. Breathing would be a stretch. But if I were...

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A Smooth Summer

True Life: I am a Hairy Beast. We’re about to get really personal here. So, you know, don’t read if you’re not interested in my grooming habits. It isn’t just the hair on my head that controls my life–oh, boo, typical brown woman scheduling her life around her blowouts. I feel like I’m abnormally hairy for a girl. I don’t have...

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Unthinkable.

I did the unthinkable the other day after too much champagne. I mean, I knew it was coming. The first time I saw her, I just knew. Add in the bubbles and I was a goner. I felt like I had dreamed about this moment long before my hands had even touched her. When I slide her over my shoulders, I...

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Home is Where the Insurance is

You guise. I’m an “adult” now. I put that in quotes because I don’t feel like one. I mean, of course there are days when work feels like work, I want my mother’s cooking, or for us to get our hair done together. Heck, I jut wish she lived here. But technically, I am an adult. I pay rent on...

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